I wanna dance til the dawn of a new day, just like a rat on the cradle of a new city. And get the appetite of a bulimic bear facing the promise of a close famine. Broken wooden horses for ride and a million of chances to take. My tangible fears sleeping on my knees til this journey does end. Too tired of making war. Too realistic for peace. A “never again, never again!” to the beasts leading me to my defeat. Some of you would say I’m a coward, sneaking away from down-to-earth matters. Rum coward run. Don’t tell me what to do. Run faster run. If only I could break down the system..
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